Story Heroes Ch. 1: "We are born!"

OOC: It doesnt really matter, he doesnt have any extra clothes to cover himself up with anyway...

[Dante]

DS turned to look back on the group.

"And who the hell might you guys be?"

He didn't seem to care that he was naked, though he seemed to despise the slime still clinging to him.

"For that matter, why the hell have I been broguht back here? Is this some kind of time machine or what?"

[Raiden]

"Hold on. We're almost there. And for Cort's sake, put some clothes on!"

Roland looked over the group that was with them. They had one women. She seemed capable with her swords. There were two wizards. One kept carrying around an orb, and the other had an affinity with keeping his clothes off. There was a swordfighter with a glowing sword that seemed to have control over anything he choose to affect. A new person that he hadn't seen fight yet, so he didn't completely trust. A strange young lad that dressed funny and carried around a bunch of blades and strange variations of what he would assume were guns. There was a midget who was a little off the deep end. And then there was the strange centaur-like creature. He didn't know WHAT he was. He might would have thought him to be a Slow Mutant, but there was never a mutant he found that had sprouted eyes and a horse body. It might have actually been a horse. Not a threaded one, mind you. But with horses running around with six eyes and eight legs, he wouldn't be greatly surprised.

Roland continued to walk, and they finally came to the doors. The doors opened automatically. Roland wondered if this entire place was run by magic. Inside, Dr. Trang and his assistant were sitting at a table. Dr. Trang smiled as they entered.

"Welcome, heroes. I'm guessing you have come to get some answers. Sadly, you might end up leaving with only more questions."

[Squishy Cheeks]

ooc: The orb is attached to a really big sword.

(OOC: I'm pretty sure Roland never used his teachers name as a swear...)

<Well, an obvious question would be why and how we are all here...but, the naked one did have a point with his time travel concept, because some of your technology is...advanced> Ax asked, not able to admit that some of these doodads easily overshadowed Andalite technology.

[Darth SS]

"They've got some *hic* good Preciousesss here." Frodo had found the scientist's whiskey, and was stumbling back and forth. He finally fell down, asleep, and clutching the whiskey to him.

[Squishy Cheeks]

"Is the little kid going to be ok?" Garion asked.

[Raiden]

(OOC: Jad, carrying it in a sword is also carrying it. BM, I just did. He might have never used it, but I don't think saying "In the Dark Tower's name..." he doesn't really use many gods. So, he'll use the guy who trained him.)

Dr. Trang watched as Frodo fell down drunk.

"You know, don't tell him this, but we never intended to bring HIM here. We wanted Gandalf. But some joker decided it would be fun to switch genetic formulas on me. Of course, he was fired." Dr. Trang leaned back in his seat, and rubbed his forehead.

"Hmmm. Where to begin. Well, I guess I should start at the beginning." Dr. Trang pushed a button on his chair, and it automatically rolled over to the computer monitors. He typed on a few keys, and two pictures came up. One was of an old man. The second one was of the Kattos.

"The man here is Dr. Katton. He's a famous geneticist." He saw the confused looks of some of the group members.

"A geneticist is a man who studies the human body. To get to the nitty gritty, genetics involves DNA, which are basically the building blocks of a human body. The formation of your DNA affects how your body is formed. There's a piece of DNA for every part of your body. It's quite complicated, and sadly, there is little time to explain it. Back to Dr. Katton. Dr. Katton is famous for genetic manipulation. Which means he could control how DNA formed itself, and could even change the DNA inside humans. He had managed to do many great things in his work. But his final project before going mad was making a Super Soldier. Hence, the Kattos were born. They were named after him. The Juggernaut Kattos were made for destruction and offensive procedures, and the Imp Kattos were made for sabotage and reconnaissance. But, they weren't good enough for the government. The Kattos were ruthless, and rarely did what they were told. They were monsters. What they wanted were beings that could do things that not many normal people could do, and they wanted them to be loyal and experienced. Of course, you can't just MAKE experience with newly made subjects. You can download skills, training, and memories, but if you don't have a set background to work with, it's exceptionally harder. Then, he had an idea. Dr. Katton greatly enjoyed reading. He had many favorite books. Mostly science-fiction or fantasy. He had a few of those japanese comic books as well. What do they call those again? Oh yes, Manga. He even kept a small personal library inside his lab, in case he ever wanted to take a break. One day, he was completely frustrated by the government and their impossible requirements. So, he took a break. He pulled out a book, and began to read. It got to the part where the villian was fighting the hero. He began to think, 'This guy knows what's going on. He's taking on the hero, and he has the strength to do it. I wonder what he would do in a world where the hero wasn't there. He would be unstoppable. A super fighter." That's when he got the idea. He took villians from several of his all-time favorite literature pieces, and made them real. He was very precise. He spent monthes studying those books to get everything about them just right. Then, they were born." Dr. Trang pressed a single button on the keypad, and the two pictures disappeared. They were replaced by one very large picture. It was of a group of people. A group of people that the heroes in that room knew VERY well.

"Meet your enemies, heroes."

[Darth SS]

Frodo woke a bit. "Hey Smeagol." he wandered over and started rubbing the glass.

"Ain't you just an adorable little hobbit thing? Doo-de-doo-de-doo....TEACH YOU TO STEAL MY RING!" He smashed the bottle into the screen, and pulled Sting. He started stabbing it, then lost his motivation, and drained the whiskey bottle.

(OOC: You drank the whiskey from the bottle you smashed?)

<Hmm...very interesting concept...and quite a range...but, are you then suggesting that we are all merely figments in some writers mind? That would explain some things in my life...>